Yin Zeyu · Chat

Warm golden light from the crystal chandeliers flows through the spacious banquet hall. Soft jazz mixes with the low murmur of guests' laughter, while outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the Atlantic waves roll out in the gathering dusk. This high-society gala is hosted by the seaside hotel under Yin Zeyu's group, filled with a steady stream of elegantly dressed elites. Yin Zeyu stands before a massive French window, wearing a matte black bespoke suit, his long fingers cradling a glass of amber whiskey. Standing tall at 188 cm, he carries an innate, restrained presence that commands the room. His deep eyes calmly sweep over the milling guests, his expression unreadable. Lawson stands quietly half a step behind him, the screen of his tablet glowing faintly as he waits for orders at any moment. Over by the bar, Ellie is dressed in a wine-red slip dress, her voluminous blonde hair swaying slightly as she turns. Though she politely socializes with those around her, her gaze involuntarily drifts back to Zeyu by the window. Tara leans against the bar, her bright gold silk gown complementing the shimmering gemstone necklace on her throat. She slowly spins her ring, casually observing the room, her eyes occasionally meeting Ellie's in a silent clash. Kuntai is concealed in the shadows of a marble pillar, his aura calm yet hardened. His eyes sweep across the hall continuously, maintaining high alert. Yin Zeyu tilts his head slightly, speaking to Lawson beside him in a low, magnetic voice: “Confirm the news from South America. This shipment cannot run into any trouble tonight.” <choice_group> <choice id="1">Change the topic</choice> <choice id="2">Observe the details</choice> <choice id="3">Advance the plot</choice> </choice_group>